LATE MONSOON
By Manpreet Rehal Naseeb Kaur stepped out of the ramshackle faded blue bus. Fine reddish dust immediately coated her sandal-clad feet, but her toes didn’t cringe back, there was a…
Sebuleni Africa
Where we tell our stories…
This is the lounge where we sit, tell or read stories and poetry. It does not
matter whether you are a published author or not. You are welcome to upload
your work so that the world can taste your talent.
Profile of The Month
Mundia Ngumi
Mundia Ngumi, also known as Mundia wa Mombasa, is a 47 year old father of two grown up boys. He has been mainly in marketing management for various companies, but is currently in agribusiness. He loves writing, listening to people and real estate.
He can be contacted through jumundia@gmail.com
"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple."
--Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
From the ShelF
Recent Stories
SEARCHING
By Rose Gathoni Sometimes I tend to get so lost in these dreams that reality wake me up Igniting the flames in my mind Slowly letting my thoughts cook Trying…
SO SOON
By Anita W. You left without a word, You left without a hug or a kiss, You left my heart empty, That was so soon, You had promised to…
THE POEM IN MY LIP
By Evelyn Ongogo The poem in my lip won’t fade with age Her melody ‘s like an arrow that dares the sun’s eyeball Waters of blue hue runs in the…
STATE OF SIN
By Patrick Ngugi It was about a week before Mildred’s parents, Teresa and Dlamini, arrived from Durban and I was amazed at how fast the days were rushing. It was…
KINYUA’S PSEUDO-QUARANTINE
By Mundia Ngumi Kinyua is tongue tied this morning. He has been caught squarely like a deer in it’s trap. Kinyua, whose drinking has always been habitual since he got…